The last time I heard this argument it was from a man who called his wife "my woman." Oddly enough her self esteem had fallen on hard times after the blow you away knockout he so lovingly described had suffered the routine effects of age and turned into, in his eyes, a crone. One could argue that in her case a divorce lawyer would be an expense to cure a disease.
Much cheaper than either psychiatry or cosmetic surgery is a current picture of Phyllis Diller with the caption "Don't Let This Happen to You!" taped on her dressing table mirror.
IMO no, the argument doesn't cut it, so to speak.